Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

"I...I give up. Damn it, this kid's poison is really wicked, my soul power has completely dissipated..." The burly man gritted his teeth and patted the floor with difficulty.

Standing opposite him, Tang San silently withdrew the dark purple Blue Silver Grass that had been wrapped around the burly man. He bowed slightly, a smile on his face: "You flatter me."

As the referee blew the whistle to announce the winner, Tang San turned and walked into the shadows of the passageway. As the light was cut off, the gentle expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a satisfied, cold smile.

Since Titan's death, Tang San lost the continuous source of his cultivation accelerator, and his cultivation progress slowed down considerably. In order not to fall behind Qian San, he set his sights on the Great Soul Arena.

Here, countless spirit masters with vigorous blood and energy fight on the stage every day. Tang San specifically chooses those beast spirit masters with thick skin and abundant blood and energy as his opponents. During the battle, he uses the paralyzing toxin on the barbs of the Blue Silver Grass as cover, secretly and greedily absorbing the spirit power and life force of his opponents.

To avoid being discovered, Tang San did it extremely discreetly. He never drained his opponent dry, but only extracted a small portion each time, making the opponent mistakenly believe that they had been poisoned by a weakening toxin or were exhausted from battle.

This method of accumulating small amounts, while not as brutal as draining a Soul Douluo dry, is superior in its slow, steady, and discreet nature.

Feeling his soul power grow stronger once again, Tang San clenched his fist. As long as he could maintain this pace, his cultivation speed would still far surpass those so-called geniuses.

……

The next morning, at the Tian Dou Royal Academy's second team's base.

As the sun rises,

Qian San closed his eyes tightly, and strange changes were taking place on his naked upper body. Accompanied by deep dragon roars, a sacred and vast aura of light surged in the room.

Little Huangtian sat on a chair not far away, swinging his two fair little legs, and was happily munching on an apple.

This divine bone not only brought him a vast amount of soul power, but also granted him two soul bone skills.

The first Soul Bone Skill, [Dragon Emperor's Strike in the Midnight Sun]. It compresses the ultimate light and physical power into the right fist, unleashing a strike that ignores any defense of the same level. Especially against enemies with dark and evil attributes, this punch carries an absolute purifying and strangling effect.

The second Soul Bone Skill, [Holy Radiance Judgment Seal]. A true dragon seal condenses as the right arm swings, a powerful, instantaneous single-target control technique. Once the seal enters the enemy's body, it can instantly sever the flow of soul power in the opponent's meridians, forcibly interrupting any soul skill that is charging up.

But what truly surprised Qian San was that his control over the light element had doubled; if judged by his father's standards, he had probably already reached the pinnacle of light.

At the same time, Qian San's original soul power bottleneck was instantly broken, stopping at the level 60 mark. If he could acquire a suitable soul ring, he would be a true Soul Emperor!

"Thank you for protecting me, Aunt Huangtian." Qian San turned around and bowed to Xiao Huangtian, who was munching on an apple.

Huang Tian gave a mumbled "hmm" and waved his small hand, which was still covered in juice, "You've laid a good foundation; your father's efforts haven't been wasted."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Xiaoqing stepped in. Similarly, Xiaoqing's soul power had unsurprisingly reached level sixty.

Just then, Dai Zhuqing walked in from outside the door.

"Level 50?" Qian San asked with a smile as he glanced around.

Dai Zhuqing nodded, a look of joy on her face.

"Very good." Qian San took the coat next to him and put it on.

"Two Soul Emperors, plus you, the quasi-Soul King. After today's promotion matches are over, we'll go to Sunset Forest to hunt for Soul Rings."

Qian San's tone was expectant because today the second team's opponent in the qualifying round was Shrek Academy.

……

The qualifying round arena.

In stark contrast to the relaxed and carefree atmosphere on the Tiandou Second Team's side, the atmosphere in Shrek Academy's rest area was oppressive.

The qualifying rounds were a one-on-one, all-out battle, a pure test of skill. Facing the thugs from the Heavenly Dou Second Team, they all knew they had no chance of winning this match.

Yu Xiaogang sat on the bench, flipping through the tactics board in his hand. His voice was dry: "It would be unwise to fight head-on in today's match. The opponent has an absolute advantage in both soul power level and martial soul quality. If we want to win, it's nothing short of wishful thinking."

"Teacher, we can't just admit defeat, can we?" Tang San frowned, his eyes filled with suppressed anger. Their surrender without a fight against Blazing Fire Academy in the preliminary rounds had already subjected them to endless ridicule. If they were to admit defeat today, Shrek Academy would become a laughingstock once and for all.

"Admit defeat? Of course not." Yu Xiaogang sneered.

"Since we can't win, we absolutely can't let them win comfortably! We're going to turn this game into a stinking, hard rock!"

"Complete change in tactics. Once you're in the fight, don't aim for kills, just focus on attrition. Maintain distance, roam, and engage in close combat!"

Even if we're knocked off the stage, we need to deplete their soul power as much as possible before that happens. We'll use this persistent, "sticky" tactic to thoroughly annoy them and vent our anger!

This is what Yu Xiaogang calls tactics: even if you can't beat them, you'll still disgust them to death.

Tang San nodded in agreement, his gaze sweeping over the team members behind him, finally settling on the most muscular of them all, Tai Long.

"Talon," Tang San said gently, as if he were a truly benevolent young master, "your martial soul is the Great Ape, which has the strongest resistance to blows. You will start in the first match."

Tyrone's tall frame stiffened slightly.

Tang San continued, "Remember what your teacher said. Your task is not to defeat your opponent, but to stand in front like a shield. Use your defense to hold them off as much as possible, exhausting their stamina and soul power. Every minute you can stay on the field is the greatest inflict upon them. Understand?"

Tang San spoke in a grand and righteous tone, but the subtext was all too clear: he wanted you to go up there and be a punching bag, to disgust people.

Tyrone lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

To disgust others?

Tyrone sneered inwardly. Hearing Tang San's matter-of-fact tone, the image of his grandfather Titan's shriveled and gruesome corpse resurfaced in his mind. "You hypocritical and vicious master and disciple, you drained my grandfather's flesh and blood, and now you're using me as cannon fodder to save your damn face!"

The rage burning in his chest threatened to consume his reason. Tyrone gritted his teeth, but he knew now wasn't the time to break off relations. Simply put, he was too weak.

He took a deep breath and swallowed all the hatred and humiliation.

When Tyrone raised his head, his rugged face had been replaced by an expression of honesty and loyalty.

"Don't worry, young master." Tailong replied in a deep voice, striding out of the rest area and towards the sun-dazzling arena.

He will definitely fight this match. Not only will he fight, but he also wants to show the Shrek Academy people just how far the "loyalty" of the Power Clan can go.